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I read somewhere that the reason why Philippines is poor is that: We don’t love our country enough. True indeed. We blame each other instead of helping. We dislike our government. We desire to see big, beautiful and bold platforms from our public officials rather than doing something in our own little way to help ourselves. Many people go overseas with the intent of not coming back to the country they called broken. Isn’t it sad?…

When I went overseas to the Middle East, there was no day that passed by that I didn’t wish of coming back home to the Philippines. Out there I saw inequalities between men and women. There was very limited freedom to speak, and write and do what you want. It was oftentimes no fun. Here in the Philippines, liberty is a fundamental right. But we do not value our own. We’re still slaves of the past. We feel inferior and we think that without foreign aid, we’re doomed.

I love Philippines. I have always do and I always will. I do not understand why there are so many Filipinos who hate being one. I do not understand why there are many Filipinos who would rather exchange who they are with somebody else abroad.. Its a sad, sad thing.. I have read many forums and I often found that instead of defending our own we defend others. Why is that?..I do not understand. We look to our own with disdain with the slightest mistake but we claim those half-Filipinos who made it to the world.

There is so much more to the Philippines. We have rich natural resources, we have great tourism, we have hailed many beauty queens, we have housed many talents. We have enough.. While people in Africa do not even have enough water to drink; women in some parts of the middle East couldn’t even ride a bike. .

I hope we learn how to instill in our hearts the sense of patriotism – the love for one’s country. It is our home. Don’t we know there are many foreign expats out there who admire us? they even write about us. why? because they have seen something great about us that we probably have failed to see. Where is the undying spirit of compassion and courage that we show to each other when we face calamities? Do we need the devil to unleash demons upon us to realize that we, ourselves, are our own savior, not others?

Our President has been receiving flak because of his ‘loud’ mouth. Well, at some point, I agree that he’s crossing boundaries too much but I don’t believe that he deserves a ‘psychopath’ label. In fact, I admire his staunch courage of professing love for his own. We are chained to this colonial mentality and we hate the president who is trying to untie us.

We probably are third world country but in no way that we are inferior. I wonder when we’ll ever be truly independent economically, socially and most importantly mentally.

As long as the Filipino people have not enough spirit to proclaim, brow held high and breast bared, their right to a free society, and to maintain it with their sacrifices, with their very blood; as long as we see our countrymen privately ashamed, hearing the cries of their revolted and protesting conscience, but silent in public, or joining the oppressor in mocking the oppressed; as long as we see them wrapping themselves up in their selfishness and praising the most iniquitous acts with forced smiles, begging with their eyes for a share of the booty, why give them freedom?” ~EL FILIBUSTERISMO

So many faces, so many races
Different voices, different choices
Some are mad, while others laugh
Some live alone with no better half
Others grieve while others curse
And others mourn behind a big black hearse
Some are pure and some half-bred
Some are sober and some are wasted
Some are rich because of fate and
Some are poor with no food on their plate
Some stand out while others blend
Some are fat and stout while some are thin
Some are friends and some are foes
Some have some while some have most

Every color and every hue
Is represented by me and you
Take a slide in the slope
Take a look in the kaleidoscope
Spinnin’ round, make it twirl
In this kaleidoscope world

Some are great and some are few
Others lie while some tell the truth
Some say poems and some do sing
Others sing through their guitar strings
Some know it all while some act dumb
Let the bassline strum to the bang of the drum
Some can swim while some will sink
And some will find their minds and think
Others walk while others run
YOU CAN’T TALK PEACE AND HAVE A GUN
Some are hurt and start to cry
Don’t ask me how don’t ask me why
Some are friends and some are foes
Some have some while some have most

Every color and every hue
Is represented by me and you
Take a slide in the slope
Take a look in the kaleidoscope
Spinnin’ round, make it twirl
In this kaleidoscope world